8.1.c Go to the minotaur

You agree to approach the minotaur. Your reptilian hosts let you rest to fully recover from your wounds and regain your strength.

Once healed, they dress you in ceremonial attire for what's to come:
• A bell around your neck
• White garments with black spots to mimic a cow
• A nose ring between your nostrils
• Perfume or liquid containing the "essence" of a female in heat

They lead you to a barren, desolate hill and leave you there. The landscape shows only withered trees and the occasional raptor circling overhead. You barely begin searching for the minotaur when you hear the thunder of hooves, he's already charging toward you, having caught your scent.

The imposing minotaur appears before you, panting heavily from his frantic search. Your eyes lock onto his massive, fully erect member, and you immediately regret your decision.

Without a word, he lifts you with one hand, as if you weighed no more than a grocery bag. He rips away your clothes and impales you directly onto his enormous shaft.

There's no preparation. No foreplay. No lubrication.

Only brutal, agonizing thrusts that tear you apart. You scream desperately for help that won't come. His overwhelming strength leaves no chance for escape, each thrust feels like it might split you in half.

The minotaur bellows as he continues ravaging you. You feel his hot breath on your ear, his drool dripping into your hair. The **** lasts minutes... hours...

When he finally finishes, you collapse onto the ground, broken, unable to stand or even crawl properly. You make a pathetic attempt to drag yourself away, managing only a few meters before the minotaur grabs your leg.

He drags you like a doll to his deep cave lair, where you will remain forever, his personal breeding cow.

BAD ENDING:
The Minotaur's Prize